Well I'm leavin' on the night train
Rollin' to New Orleans
To see the girl who walks the streets so debonair
Her eyes are as blue as an ocean
Her voice sings just like a Siren
And I'm told that her name is Guinevere
Well the train pulled in in the mornin'
I heard her voice callin' me
She was standin' there by track 18
She knew why I come
But not about my gun
She was about to be part of a devilish scene
She tried to drag me down to hell
But this old demon ain't goin down, no
Well, well, well
Well I'm told she was born
In the deepest depths of Hell
Put onto this earth for just one reason
And if you drink the waters
From her private well
You'd say, Ohh, she's full of treason
Well I'm leavin' on the night train
Rollin' to New Orleans
To see the girl who walks the streets so debonair
Her eyes are as blue as an ocean
Her voice sings just like a Siren
And I'm told that her name is Guinevere
Written By Ian Lacombe
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